Meanwhile back outside at Rock Creek Park, Cathyrine - who is my mom and my aunt's big sister - was walking down towards an empty parking lot in one of the picnic groves – picnic grove #7 - as she was trying to capture an evil creature of her own in the area. She’s been in a walkie-talkie communication with Aunt Catherine, who is in the other line while monitoring the evil creature's whereabouts at the evil creature tracker app on her smartphone at the living room at our house.

“Hey the evil creature is coming towards you right now,” Aunt Catherine said.

Cathyrine stopped as she place her left arm inward towards her and glanced at her walkie-talkie watch that has been placed on her said left arm.

“The evil creature is coming?” Cathyrine replied.

“Yeah,” Aunt Catherine said.

“In about what?” Cathyrine asked.

“In about right now,” Aunt Catherine said.

"In about righ---" Cathyrine stops as she glances at that incoming helicopter, a small helicopter, hovering a few yards over the exit pathway that has a window stand with a house roof on top of it that has been placed on the grass near the said pathway as the helicopter slowly coming towards the empty parking lot. "I think I see her," Cathyrine said.

“You see her?” Aunt Catherine asked.

“Yeah,” Cathyrine said. "I think it's time for me to defeat this."

"Alright, knock 'em dead," Aunt Catherine said.

"Okay," Cathyrine said as she glances at the helicopter who is tilting towards its right. Once the helicopter tilted towards its right, she sees the cabin’s door open with the evil creature – a female – sitting near the cabin’s open door with both of her feet stretched out over the threshold in the air while holding an assault rifle with her right hand holding on the grip of the rifle and her left hand holding on the forestock. Then the helicopter floats in mid-air with its fans still spinning.

At the same time at the horse arena, where horses haven’t arrived yet until the park opens, Aunt Catherine watches the red evil creature icon catching up to the big bright blue human icon on the evil creature tracker app.

Back at empty parking lot at the picnic groove #7, Cathyrine continues to walk down, entering the empty parking lot in the process, until she stops a mile from where the helicopter is.

Inside the helicopter, the female evil creature glanced over her shoulder and looked toward the female pilot.

“Alright that’s enough,” the female evil creature told the female pilot.

“That’s enough?” the female pilot asked.

“Yep,” the evil creature said.

“Okay,” the female pilot said.

Then the evil creature glanced back at Cathyrine.

“Hey can you tell me what type of the evil creature that I’m dealing with?” Cathyrine asked.

“Oh sure,” Aunt Catherine said as she touches the red evil creature icon with one of her left fingers. Once she touches it, her smartphone screen changes to The Information Database where it details the evil creature that the red evil creature icon identifies.

“You find it?” Cathyrine asked.

“Yep,” Aunt Catherine said. “It’s a werewolf.”

“It’s a what?” Cathyrine asked.

“It’s a werewolf,” Aunt Catherine saind.

“Werewolf?” Cathyrine asked.

“Yeah,” Aunt Catherine said.

“Okay so now if excuse me, I need to take care of this business,” Cathyrine said.

“Oh I’m wishing you with the accomplishment of this,” Aunt Catherine said.

“Thanks,” Cathyrine said before she focuses on the female werewolf. “Hey you!” she shouted at the female werewolf.

The evil creature – now, the female werewolf – is currently listening to her.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Cathyrine asked.

“What the fuck am I doing here?” the female werewolf asked.

“Yeah, what the fuck are you doing here?” Cathyrine asked for the second time.

“What the fuck does it look like I’m doing here?” the female werewolf asked. “Huh?”

“Um I don’t know, threatening the school and the school’s student body,” Cathyrine said.

“What?” the female werewolf asked as she press her ear towards the air with her left hand if she didn’t hear Cathyrine clearly.

“I said threatening the school and the school’s student body,” Cathyrine repeated.

“What, I can’t hear you,” the female werewolf said.

Cathyrine kisses her teeth as she quickly believes that the female werewolf is annoying the hell out of her.

“You said what?” the female werewolf asked.

Cathyrine’s face turns a little bit of red. For a brief moment. Then her face turns back to normal.

“Speak loud as shit,” the female werewolf told her.

“I AM SPEAKING LOUD AS SHIT, WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?!” Cathyrine asked. “YOU GOT FUCKING WAX IN YOUR FUCKING EARS?!”

“Um no,” the female werewolf said as she shook her head.

“Yes you fucking have,” Cathyrine said as she nodded.

“Oh what about you?” the female werewolf asked.

“What about me?” Cathyrine asked as she points her finger at herself.

“Yeah, what about you?” the female werewolf asked. “Because it seems that you are the one who has the fucking wax on your fucking ears.”

“Who, me?” Cathyrine asked.

“Yeah,” the female werewolf said.

“Really?” Cathyrine asked.

“Yes, really,” the female werewolf said.

“Okay what’s your name?” Cathryine asked.

“Huh?” the female werewolf said.

“What’s your name?” Cathyrine repeated.

“What’s my name?” the female werewolf said as if Cathyrine is asking her a question.

“Yeah, what the fuck is your fucking name?” Cathyrine asked.

“Oh you need to tell me what the fuck my fucking name is,” the female werewolf asked as she points a finger at herself.

“Oh hell fucking yeah!” Cathyrine shouted.

“Well my name is Lauren,” the female werewolf said.

“Who?” Cathyrine asked with her eyebrows squinched as she didn’t hear what the female werewolf had just said clearly.

“Lauren,” the female werewolf repeated.

“Lauren?” Cathyrine asked.

“Yeah,” Cassie said.

“Lauren the Werewolf?” Cathyrine said.

“Yep and I’m gonna tear you down,” Lauren the Werewolf said as she moves the forestock of her rifle forward and backward, ready to fire her weapon.

“Tear me down?” Cathyrine said.

“Yeah,” Lauren the Werewolf said as she brings the butt of her rifle towards the front of her right shoulder.

“Tear me down as fuck?” Cathyrine said.

“Yeah, RIGHT NOW!” Lauren the Werewolf shouted before she tilted her head slightly downward, bringing her right eye straight down to the top of the barrel and starts pulling the trigger, FIREING HER WEAPON AT Cathyrine in the process! As she does, the muzzle starts spinning and the flash suppressor turns on as bullets starts coming out of the barrel. As bullets come out of the barrel, they fly towards Cathyrine in the chest.

But then once the bullets touched her in the chest, they had came down to the ground scattered, making a mess, as the bullets themselves apparently had no effect on her.

Then the bullets stop flying as Lauren the Werewolf had ran out of ammunition. …well actually, she had ran out of the first circle of ammunition; she still got ammunition in the magazine, it’s just that she has two more cycles left. Two more fucking cycles left.

So Lauren the Werewolf recharge her ammunition and starts FIREING HER WEAPON at Cathyrine again with the second cycle of bullets coming out of the barrel and flown towards her in the chest.

But when the second cycle of bullets touched her in the chest, they had came down to the ground scattered, making the mess even more, as those bullets themselves had no effect on her.

Then the second cycle of bullets stop flying as Lauren the Werewolf had ran out of the second circle of ammunition and she got one more cycle left.

“Shit, this human bitch is bitch of steel,” Lauren the Werewolf said.

“You damn right, bitch,” Cathyrine said.

Lauren the Werewolf then recharge her ammunition as she got one more cycle left.

“C’mon shoot some more,” Cathryine said.

“I will,” Lauren the Werewolf. “And I hope this last round of bullets will make you die for real.”

“And hopefully your hope will definitely be lost as shit,” Cathyrine said.

“You hope those bullets will still won’t work?” Lauren the Werewolf asked.

“Yep,” Cathryine said.

“Well, let’s see about that,” Lauren the Werewolf said.

“We already seeing about that,” Cathryine said. “You shoot at me two time in the matter of seconds and it didn’t fucking work.”

Lauren the Werewolf kisses her teeth. “Would you please shut the fuck and let me do my thing?” she asked.

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“Go ahead and try the fuck again,” Cathryine said.

“I will,” Lauren the Werewolf said before she start FIRING HER WEAPON ONCE AGAIN, hoping she’ll kill her this time.

But alas, just like the previous two cycles of bullets, the third and final cycle of bullets had absolutely no effect on Cathyrine as they hit her, this time, not just in the chest, but also the neck, abdomen, genitals, and legs. The bullets then came down to the ground, joining the growingly mess of scattered bullets around Cathyrine.

Then Lauren the Werewolf finally ran out of bullets; she has no ammunition in the magazine left. She then turn her weapon around to the front and glanced at the barrel. Then she turn her weapon sideways and opens up the magazine of the weapon. When she opened it up, she sees that there were no more ammunition left. Then she close back the magazine.

“Shit,” Lauren the Werewolf said as she still glancing at the weapon. “I should’ve brought more ammunition. Maybe a whole lot of ammunition.”

“No you should’ve brought a whole lotta of nothing,” Cathryine said. “That’s a whole lot better than something.”

Lauren the Werewolf kisses her teeth as she flings her rifie on the cabin floor. Then she placed both of her hands on the cabin threshold and press against it before she jumped out of the heliecopter and landed down on the exit pathway like a cat. She looks up before she stands up as she’s a few yards away from Cathryine.

Cathyrine remain unfazed as she sees Lauren the Werewolf standing, like I said, a few yards away from her.

Luaren the Werewolf sighed frustratedly.

"Boobs of steel, baby" Cathyrine said to herself with a smirk of her face, feeling a little bit proud of her massive ample chest making the bullets having no use on killing her.

“So you didn’t got killed by the firearm, huh?” Lauren the Werewolf said as she slowly walked forward towards Cathyrine and the mess of the scattered bullets around her.

“Nope,” Cathyrine said as she shook her head.

“You didn’t got killed by a stray bullet, huh?” Lauren the Werewolf said.

“Nope,” Cathyrine said it again before she shook her head again.

“Have you ever killed by a weapon before?” Lauren the Werewolf asked.

“What?!” Cathyrine asked.

“Have you ever killed by a weapon before?” She repeated.

Cathyrine shook her head. “No,” she said.

“No?” Lauren the Werewolf asked as she paused walking.

“No,” Cathyrine said it again as she shook her head for the fourth time.

“So you never have been killed by a weapon before?” Lauren the Werewolf asked again for the third time, this time with a sarcastic jaw dropped.

“No, do I have to go on for the gazillionth time?” Cathyrine asked.

“No,” Lauren the Werewolf said as she shook her head. “I’m just shocked by the fact that your boobs haven taken a hit.”

“So does the rest of my body,” Cathyrine said. “Your bullets are worthless.”

“So basically that means you’re a woman of steel then, huh” Lauren the Werewolf said.

“Well I'm actually a woman of iron, super iron,” Cathyrine said. “And the steel only applies to my boobs.”

Lauren the Werewolf slightly chuckled off. “I’m pretty sure if you step on those bullets, you still won’t be dead,” she said as she slowly shook her head near the end of her sentence.

“Probably not,” Cathyrine said. “But I’m pretty sure that you weren’t expecting me doing shit like THIS!” She shouted at the end of her sentence as she stick out both hands in the air several feet near the scattered messy pile of bullets and lift both hands up in the air, GENERATING A POWERFUL-ASS FORCE that raises all of the scattered bullets off the ground and go straight up in the air.

Lauren the Werewolf reacts with a slight shock on her face as she not only never expected to see Cathyrine ‘do shit like this’ but also never seen anything like that. At the same time, while she doesn’t know what exactly ‘shit’ Cathyrine is doing, she quickly sense that Cathyrine might being aiming to kill her.

Then the scattered bullets stops and floats in mid-air.

Cathyrine then pulls both of her hands inward near towards her chest, CAUSING all of the scattered bullets coming together, creating a pile that is completely reminiscent of a one GIANT-ASS bullet.

Lauren the Werewolf reacts with horror even more as she starts to realizes what exactly ‘shit’ Cathyrine is gonna do with all of the scattered bullets. (Well, almost; she still thought that Cathyrine is gonna kill her in an instant.)

Cathyrine then hold both of her hands and very slowly tilted them slightly upward, GENERATING A FORCE THAT tilted the floating-in-the-air merged bullet-reminiscented pile of scattered rocks slightly upward.

Lauren the Werewolf then turns her body around towards the back and glances at the helicopter, fully realizing what exactly ‘shut’ Cathyrine is gonna do.

“Mayday, mayday, jump out of the helicopter now!” Lauren the Werewolf yells at the helicopter’s pilot.

Then Cathyrine FRONT-KICKS the giant pile of scattered bullets away from her, sending it upward towards the helicopter.

Lauren the Werewolf watches in horror as the pile files above and HITS the helicopter DESTROYING IT in the process. “Holy shit,” she reacted in anger as she watched the helicopter crumbles in flames as it goes down to the ground.

When the helicopter goes CRASHING DOWN to the exit pathway – destroying the window stand with a house roof in the process – it causes a BIG-ASS EXPLOSION with a force so strong as shit that it sends Lauren the Werewolf flying past Cathyrine while BREEZING Cathyrine’s hair and body as Cathyrine herself stands incredibly/strongly tall with her eyes shut tight, her both of her fists clenched and her arms very slightly and partially raised backwards while simultaneously pushing her chest very slightly and partially.

Lauren the Werewolf was thrown into the ground, rolling her body for less than a few seconds before she stopped, laying down on her upper body.

Less than a few seconds later, the sheer force of the explosion has been dissipated. And Cathyrine’s hair has been stopped breezing.

Afterwards, Lauren the Werewolf starts slowly picking herself up from the ground as she feels slight pain in her body.

At the same time, Cathyrine starts opening her eyes back up and slightly pull back both her chest and both of her arms. From the point of view, she sees that the helicopter was gone, already engulfed in flames. She then glanced over her right shoulder to see if Lauren the Werewolf was there; yep, that werewolf is still here, slowly getting herself up.

At the same time, Lauren the Werewolf has, like I said, stands up slowly and glances at Cathyrine.

“So how’s your helicopter doing?” Cathyrine asked.

“Huh?” Lauren the Werewolf asked as she didn’t hear what Cathyrine just asked clearly.

“How’s your helicopter doing?” Cathyrine asked again.

Lauren the Werewolf exchanges an unamused look on her face. “First of all, bitch!” she said. “You shouldn’t be asking this question?”

“Why?” Cathryine asked.

“Because my helicopter has been destroyed, that’s why,” Lauren the Werewolf said.

“Oh…,” Cathyrine says as she slowly tilted her head away from her, while apparently feeling proud of what she had just did. “Okay,” she said as she quickly tilted her head back towards Lauren the Werewolf before she slightly giggles.

But Lauren the Werewolf isn’t happy. So much so that she’s more than willing (and more than determined to kill her.

Cathyrine tilted her head back towards Lauren the Werewolf and stops giggling as she saw the evil creature’s serious face. “What?” Cathryine asked.

“Nothing,” Lauren the Werewolf said, standing there quiet for a few seconds before she pulled out a hand gun out of her concealed carry prouche. “Just wanna kill you now,” she said as she placed both hands over the magazine well with both index finger are on the trigger.

“Yeah, try to kill me again,” Cathyrine said as she full turned around and glance upfront at Lauren the Werewolf. “And see what the fuck happens.”

“Okay,” Lauren the Werewolf said before she start pressing the trigger, FIRING HER WEAPON in the process with bullets flying out of the handgun’s barrel and head towards Cathyrine.

But when the bullets touch Cathyrine in the chest, IT HAD NO EFFECT as they bounce off and landed on the ground in another mess around her.

Lauren the Werewolf is still press the trigger, still firing her weapon with her eyes already shut and her head slight tilted away as the sound of gunfire is so fucking loud that it started to hear her eardrums.

Cathyrine is still taking on the bullets very strong as the growing cycle of bullets themselves keep bouncing off her chest and fall down to the ground.

Lauren the Werewolf titled her head back upfront with her eyes still closed as she still firing her weapon. She then open her eyes as she sees Cathyrine still standing strong, strong as fuck, strong as fuck like a diamond as she’s still taking on the bullets that Cassie is firing.

The growing number of bullets scattered on the ground near Cathyrine has, like I said, already creating another mess.

Lauren the Werewolf then STOPS firing her weapon and slowly titled her handgun down and inward towards her muscular abdomen as she saw Cathryine still standing and still not even got killed by a stray bullet.

“Tired?” Cathryine asked.

“Huh?” Lauren the Werewolf asked as she didn’t hear her clearly.

“Are you tired?” Cathyrine asked.

“Am I tired?” Lauren the Werewolf asked as she lets her right hand go off of her hand gun and point her right index finger at herself.

“Yeah, are you fucking tired?” Cathyrine asked.

“Well, first of all, you didn’t seem tired,” Lauren the Werewolf pointed out. “So no, I am not tired.”

“I can see you have sweat on your face,” Cathyrine said as her superhuman vision lets her seeing what’s on Lauren the Werewolf’s face.

“So what, I don’t fucking care if I fucking sweat,” Lauren the Werewolf said. “All I care about is trying my best to shoot your ass again so that your ass and your whole body be dead.”

“Oh so you wanna try it again, huh?” Cathyrine asked.

“Yep,” Lauren the Werewolf said.

“Okay try it again, loser bitch,” Cathyrine said. “Try the fuck again…and see what the fuck happens.”

“Okay I will..., bitch of steel,” Lauren the Werewolf said as she placed her right hand back towards the right side of her handgun with both index finger being touch on the trigger button while placing her handgun back upfront, recharge her ammunition, aiming at Cathryine.

“Don’t worry Cathyrine, her firepower is non-existent,” Cathyrine whispered to herself so that Lauren the Werewolf wouldn’t hear her quiet voice.

But Lauren the Werewolf did as she has superhuman hearing. “I heard that,” she said before she starts press the trigger, FIRING HER WEAPON again, hoping that the next cycle of bullets will kill Cathryine.

But alas, when the second cycle of bullets touched Cathryine in the ample chest, they instead bounce off and fall to the ground, increasing the mess of scattered bullets, as they had NO EFFECT on her.

When Lauren the Werewolf saw that this cycle of bullets she’s firing, never went through Cathyrine’s body, she continues to fire some more.

But again, the bullets had NO EFFECT on Cathyrine whatsoever. Like I said, those bullets will instead bounce against her ample chest and off to the ground.

Lauren the Werewolf, after firing for a few seconds, STOPPED firing again as she and, again, slowly titled her handgun down and inward towards her muscular abdomen.

Cathyrine takes a deep breath as she stays calm.

Lauren the Werewolf then takes her right hand off of the right side of her hand gun, then tilted her handgun towards her as she glanced at the right side. She then takes off the magazine and check to see if there’s ammunition left.

“You see what happened, Lauren the Werewolf,” Cathyrine said.

“What?” Lauren the Werewolf asked as she glanced at Cathyrine.

“Your shots don’t work,” Cathyrine said.

“Yeah,” Lauren the Werewolf said irritably while nods. “My shots don’t work…on you of fucking course. But guess what? Guess fucking what?”

“What? You have more tiny-ass projectiles left?” Cathyrine asked.

“Yep,” Lauren the Werewolf said.

“And you’re hoping that they’ll work?” Cathyrine asked.

“Yep,” Lauren the Werewolf said.

“Alright prove it,” Cathyrine said.

“Huh?” Lauren the Werewolf asked.

“I said ‘prove it’,” Cathyrine said.

“Prove it?” Lauren the Werewolf asked.

“Yeah, show me what you fucking got,” Cathyrine said.

“Okay, I will,” Lauren the Werewolf said before she puts back the magazine into her handgun before she points her handgun back towards upfront. She then press the trigger, FIRING HER WEAPON once more, firing off the last remaining bullets left in her ammunition.

But alas, the third and final cycle of bullets, when they bounce against Cathyrine’s ample chest, did absolutely positively NO EFFECT on her at all whatsoever. And just like the previous two cycles of bullets, they fall down to the ground, continuing to increase the growing number of bullets in the scattered mess near.

Then Lauren the Werewolf suddenly ran out of bullets. She then takes out the magazine again and look inside. As she looks inside, she founds out that there are no more bullets left.

“Tired yet?” Cathyrine asked.

“Huh?” Lauren the Werewolf asked as she glanced back at Cathyrine.

“Are you tired yet?” Cathyrine asked.

Lauren the Werewolf kisses her teeth and shook her head as she got annoyed by the question. “I just wish you break a sweat,” she said to Cathyrine.

“What?” Cathyrine asked as she didn’t hear what Lauren the Werewolf had just said clearly.

“I said ‘I just wish you break a sweat’,” Lauren the Werewolf said.

“You wish I break a sweat?” Cathyrine asked as she point a finger at herself.

“Yeah,” Lauren the Werewolf said.

“Well I seen you break a sweat more,” Cathyrine said as she briefly point a finger at Lauren the Werewolf before putting it down.

“Why? Because I use my firearm to shoot you so many times to try make you dead?” Lauren the Werewolf asked.

Cathyrine went quiet, didn’t wanna answer the question.

“Don’t worry,” Lauren the Werewolf said as she puts back her handgun into the right side of her concealed carry prochue and draw her other handgun out of the left side of the prochue. “I got a lot of ammunition in this weapon,” she said as she points that handgun upfront towards Cathyrine.

“You got a lot of ammunition in this weapon?” Cathyrine asked.

“Uh yeah,” Lauren the Werewolf said.

“Ah, good luck,” Cathyrine slightly laughed off.

Lauren the Werewolf then press the trigger with both index fingers, hoping to fire this motherfuckin weapon. And then…nothing. When she press the trigger, it does nothing. Yep, her second handgun doesn’t work.

“What the fuck?” She asked as she glanced at the gun.

“Yeah, what the fuck is right,” Cathyrine said. “You don’t even know if your ammunition in that handgun before you fire at my ass.”

Lauren the Werewolf kisses her teeth as she felt annoyed by what Cathyrine had just said. She then takes the magazine out of her second handgun and look inside. As it turns out there were no bullets packed into the magazine.

“Damn, this sucks ass,” Lauren the Werewolf said. “Huge amount of ass.”

“So do you have any other weapons that you can try fire at my whole fucking body?” Cathyrine asked.

Lauren the Werewolf then puts the magazine back into her second handgun. “What?” She asked Cathyrine as she didn’t hear what Cathyrine just asked.

“Do you have any other weapons that—,” Cathyrine tried to repeat the question.

“I wish I have,” Lauren the Werewolf said, interrupting her.

“You wish you have?” Cathyrine asked.

“Yeah, but unfortunately I don’t,” Lauren the Werewolf said.

“You don’t?” Cathyrine asked.

“No, I don’t, I only have two fucking weapons,” Lauren the Werewolf said.

“Two?” Cathyrine asked.

“Yeah,” Lauren the Werewolf said.

“How about a third weapon?” Cathyrine asked.

“A third weapon?” Lauren the Werewolf asked.

“Yeah, I seen you holding a rifle when you were at the helicopter,” Cathyrine said.

“Well, when that helicopter got fucking destroyed…BY YOU nonetheless, my rifle got fucking destroyed along with it,” Lauren the Werewolf said.

“Oh, so your third weapon got destroyed, huh?” Cathyrine said.

“Yeah…BY YOU!” Lauren the Werewolf shouted.

Cathyrine slightly giggled off. “Well I’m sorry, but you’re the bad girl,” she said.

“And you’re the good girl, huh?” Lauren the Werewolf said as she nodded.

“Yep, I’m the good girl,” Cathyrine said. “And guess what? Guess fucking what? This is what you fucking get for being a fucking bad girl.”

“And what do I fucking get, bitch?” Lauren the Werewolf asked.

But Cathyrine went quiet, didn’t answer Lauren the Werewolf’s question as she already starts walking towards her. When she reached closer, she grabbed her by the back of the head and then….

POW!

She SUPER SLAMS her head towards her ample chest REAL HARD, so much so that it nearly break every bone of the female werewolf’s head. She immediately lets go off of Lauren the Werewolf as Lauren the Werewolf has her head spinning dizziness before falling down to the ground.

“Is she dead yet?” Aunt Catherine asked.

“What?” Cathyrine asked.

“Is she dead yet?” Aunt Catherine asked.

“Yeah, I think she’s dead,” Cathyrine said.